“a life without tendou satori.”

— by ushijima wakatoshi.

(threadfic)

he came into ushijima’s life in a whirlwind of red hair and bright eyes, his laugh booming and contagious as he moves around the court with a lazy grace that fascinated ushijima to an extent.

a friend.

that’s the first thing tendou brought into his life.

“so who’s your best friend, wakatoshi?” tendou asked during one hot afternoon after a particularly taxing training hour, chugging down a bottle of water.

“i don’t have one,” he replied, wiping sweat off his forehead with his face towel. tendou frowned.

“huh, that’s weird,” tendou murmured. ushijima was used to this—being called lonely, aloof, cold. it’s nothing new.

tendou surprised him for the first time when the next words left his lips.

“why wouldn’t anyone want to be best friends with you?”

it started to become a regular thing, having tendou near him.

being alone never gave him a reason to be lonely before, but getting used to tendou’s presence? his easy laughter, lazy smiles?

ushijima still liked being alone. he just liked being with tendou better.